Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Index,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
John Holt,
Can,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.